See this scene.

Murong Wanwan didn't know which question to answer first for a moment, then she glanced at the old men and said:

“Please accept these elixirs!

It can be said that this palace delays your practice and compensates you for your little intentions."

While talking.

Murong Wanwan waved her hand and four long-necked jade bottles floated in front of the four old men.

Seeing this, a hint of joy appeared in the eyes of the four old men in the foundation-building stage. After taking the long-necked jade bottle in front of them, he said respectfully:

"Thank you for the reward of my grandmother!"

"Thank you for the reward of my grandmother!"

“····”

immediately.

The four old men took a look and several monks surrounding their grandmother chose to leave with great insight.

after all.

These tribe members are all descendants of the bloodline of the grandmother.

Of course, they would not disturb the reunion of their grandmother's family at this time.

After these four old men left...

A girl of thirteen or fourteen rushed over with a group of seven or eight-year-old boys.

"Grandma, Qingyao hasn't seen you for a long time, I miss you!"

Said.

Cheng Qingyao rushed into Murong Wanwan's arms.

See this scene.

The boys following Cheng Qingyao also rushed over.

"Great-grandmother, I miss you too."

"I want to hug you too!"

"No, hold me first."

“····”

soon.

The boys started arguing about whom they asked their great-grandmother to hug.

Only Cheng Qingyao lay in Murong Wanwan's arms, watching a group of nieces and nieces quarreling with a smile.

Seeing this, Murong Wanwan pointed Cheng Qingyao's little head and said with a smile:

"You little thing who is afraid of the world's chaos."

"You're happy now!"

Obviously.

Murong Wanwan also saw the source of uneasiness that led to all this.

It was Xiao Qingyao in her arms.

If she hadn't taken the lead in this, these little guys would never have quarreled.

Immediately.

Murong Wanwan could only comfort her, which made these little guys stop quarreling.

Finally, Murong Wanwan came up with a consistent method and started to take the next year of the school group exam.

Hearing words.

One of the boys turned his black eyes and said aloud:

"Great-grandmother, Jingbao forgot his homework today and has not finished it yet!

The great-grandson will go back first!”

The words are over.

The extremely clever Cheng Jingbao ran away.

However, this action had a chain reaction.

"Great-grandmother, great-grandson forgot that there is still a furnace of elixir that has not been refined..."

"great grandmother···"

“···”

In a short while, only Cheng Qingyao, who was confident in her homework and was not afraid of taking the exam, and a few boys of her great-grandchildren, were left in front of Murong Wanwan.

And several grandchildren and granddaughters of the "Qing generation" who grew up.

then.

Murong Wanwan smiled and took the exam at will, and rewarded the corresponding spiritual objects to dispel the little guy who was a little upset.

After that, her eyes fell on Cheng Qingyang, and a hint of satisfaction appeared in her eyes, and she praised:

"good!"

"I didn't disappoint me!"

Hearing words.

Cheng Qingyang was not at all proud. He knew clearly that he had been able to break through at such an age because his grandmother provided a large amount of spiritual pills.

Anyone can do it.

This is definitely not his own spiritual roots, how good is it?

How great is the opportunity?

Cheng Qingyang knew this very well.

He shook his head and said:

"All of this is the power of the Spirit Pill!"

"It's not Qingyang's own ability."

Hearing words.

Murong Wanwan also knew Qingyang's temperament, so she didn't say much, and then asked:

"By the way, Qingyu, where is Qingping?"

"They went out to practice!"

"Can you carry a soul puppet?"

"Take it!"

"There are seven or eight people per person, don't worry, grandmother!"

"Um!"

"That's good!"

"Grandmother, Qingyang wants to go back to Chengjia Village to see grandfather, father and others?"

"Go!"

"But don't let them know about the cultivators!"

"Save your dad to think too much!"

At the end of the conversation, Murong Wanwan sighed, and a hint of loss appeared in her eyes.

"Um!"

"Qingyang knows!"
Chapter completed!